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Subject: ~>One Touch<~

Author:
Snow Widow

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Date Posted: 17:01:27 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Snow Widow 's message, "~>One Touch<~" on 15:46:21 12/24/02 Tue

She looks at the bronc and bows...although arrogant she has respect....

I am here for a home hopefully...

she lifts her head and meets his eyes...her eyes drift to his leg..hmm probably got into a fight..must of been a good one...not daring to show any emotion's her eyes reach back up and look around..the greeting although not pleasnt would do...Arrogant as she may be she knows when to keep her mouth shut....

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[> Subject: [loss is life]

Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 17:10:51 12/24/02 Tue

Frozen Dreams
Dipping his head in a swift nod he turned himself and tossed over his shoulder

font color=silver> Feel free, Malussinn will be around to make an introduction soon I'm sure.

he strats away, pauses and looks back again, head tilting to one side. this was getting easier, and besides she hadn't pitied him the injury.

It was good. I lost, to a most noble victor.

a smirk crosses his features as he turns away, chortling silently and trotted - unsteadily - away, back to his little hill with it's odd, winter fruit bearing tree.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude